I called Woodland Terrace when I left work tonight in another attempt to talk to mom. When the receptionist answered the phone, I simply asked for the West wing. She asked me which room I wanted, and I said, “My mom is in room 207, but she doesn’t have a phone in her room and needs help getting to the phone.” She said something like, “Okay, hold on and I’ll transfer you.”
Just a few seconds later Nurse Cheryl came on the line. I told her who I was and she remembered me. She said that they had just fed mom dinner — she ate about 75% of it, Cheryl told me — and that she was asleep now, but she’d try to wake her.
I told her that if mom was asleep I didn’t want to wake her, and that I would try to call tomorrow morning.